Through The Scorch (Thomas X Reader)

Chapter 4

(Y/N) P.O.V

I screamed as a hand slammed down on Thomas's shoulder. He cried out in pain and spun around at a record speed. He looked and saw Minho staring past him at the maniac of a man screaming through the broken widow.

"They're everywhere," Minho said. His voice sounded as Thomas looked. Everthing we felt in these last days were gone. Safety. Hope. Happiness. All gone dissolved into nothing. "And there's no sign of those shanks who rescued us," he added.

We had livee in fear and absolute terror there past weeks, but this was a knew level, this was almost too much. It was like to feel safe in someones arms and then have it ripped from you. I felt a hand take mine. I quickly pulled it away ready for an attack. Thomas looked at me and I could tell he was sad. He was haveing a dream or nightmare before I woke him. But the Thomas I knew would take charge and that's what he did. We needed a plan if we were going to survive this.

"Have any of them gotten in yet?" He asked, a stranged claming washed over him. "Do all the windows have bars?"

Minho nodded toward one of the many walls lining the room."Yeah. It was too dark to notice them last night, especially with those stupid frilly curtains. Buyt I'm sure glad for 'em."

Thomas looked around at the other gladers and then at me. Some were running from window to window to look outside. Others were huddling in small groups. Everyone even me had a look of half disbelief, half terror. "Where's Newt?" He asked.

"Right here"

We turned to look at the older boy, not knowing how Thomas missed him. "What's going on?" Tom asked.

"You think I have a bloody clue? Bunch of crazies want to eat us for breakfast, by the looks of it. We need to find another room, have a gathering. All this noise is driving nails through my buggin' skull."

Thomas nodded absently; he agreed with the plan but I could tell he wanted Newt and Minho would take care of it.

Thomas P.O.V
I was so eager to make contact with Teresa. I hope that her warning to me was just part of a dream, a hallucination from the drug of deep and tiresome slumber. And that vision om my mom.

Minho, Newt and (Y/N) spread out and screaming names and gather the other gladers trying to calm the panick. I quickly stole a hlance back at the shredded madman outside the window, I looked away imediately, wishing he hadn't reminded his brain of the blood and torn flesh, the insane eyes, the hysterical screaming.

Kill Me! Kill Me! Kill Me!

I stumbled to the nearest wall and leaned all my weight against it.

Teresa, I called out again in my mind. Teresa. Can you hear me?,

I waited , closing my eyes and concentrating. I reached out with invisable hands, trying to find some trace of her. Nothing. Not even a passing shadow or a brush of feeling, much less a responce.

Teresa, I said more urgently, clenching my teeth with effort. Where are you? What happened?

Nothing. My heart almost stopped. Something happened to her.

I opened my eyes to see gladers gathered around the greenpainted door that led to the common room area where we had eaten pizza the night before. Minho was jerking on the round brass handle to no avail. Locked.

The only other door was to a shower and locker room, from which no other exits existed. There was that, and the windows . All of those metal bars. Thank goodness. Each one had raging lunatics screaming and yelling on the other side.

Even though worry ate at my insides like spilled acid in my veins. I gave up trying to bet contact with teresa and I then joined the others. Newt was having a go at the door , with the same useless results.

"Its locked," he muttered when he finally gave up, his arms falling weakly to his sides.

"Really, genius?" Minho said , his powerful arms folded and tensed, his veins bulging all over the place. I thought for a split second I could see blood pumping through them. " No wonder you were named after Isaac Newton--Such an amazing abilty to think."

Newt wasn't in the mood. Or maybe he'd jusy learned long ago to ignore Minho's Smart-Aleck remarks. "Let's break this bloody handle off." He looked around as if he expected sokeone to give him a sledge hammer.

"I wish those shuck... Cranks would shut up!" Minho yelled. Turning to glower at the closest one, a women looed even more hideous that the first man I had seen. A bleeding wound crossed her face, ending on the side of her head.

"Cranks?" Frypan repeated. The hairy cook had been silent until then, narely noticeable. I had thought hee looked even more frightened then when we were about to fight of greviers to escape the maze. Maybe this was worse. When they'd settled into bed last night, everything had seemed good and safe. Yeah, maybe this was worse, to have that suddenly taken away.

Minho pointed at the screaming, bloody women. "That's what they keep calling themselves. Haven't you heard it?"

"I don't car if you call them pussy willoos." Newt snapoend. "Find me something to break through this stupid door!"

"Here," (Y/N) said, carrying a slender but solid fire extinguisher she had taken off the wall. I remembered seeing it eariler.

Newy grabbed the red cylinder, ready to pile-drive the door handle. I pulled (Y/N) to me and stood as close as we could, eager to see what was on the other side of the door. Though I had a very bad feelinh that whatever it was, they weren't going to like it.

Newt lifted the extinguisherk then slammed it down on the round brass handle. The loid crack was accompanied by a deeper crunch, and it took only three more whacks before the entire unit of the handle crashed to the floor with a jangle of broken metak pieces. The door inched outward, cracked open jusy enough to show darkness on the other side.

Newt stood quietly, staring at that lonh, narrow gap of blackness as if he expected demons from the underworld to come flyinh through. Absenlty, he handed the extingusher back to (Y/N) who'd found it. She set it down on the ground with a lignt thud. "Let's go," he said. I could hear the slightest quaver in his voice.

"Wait," Frypan called out. "We sure we wanna go out there? Maybe that door was locked for a reason."

I couldn't help but agree; somehing felt wrong about this. Minho stepped up to stand right next to Newt; he looked back at Frypan, then made eye contact with me. "Whay else're we gonna do. Sit here and wait for those loonies to get in? Come on."

"Those freaks aren't breaking through the window bars anytime soon," Frypan retorted. "Let's just think for a second."

"Time for thinking's done." Minho said. He kicked out his foot and the door swung comepletly open; if anythinh, it seemed to grow even darker on the other side. "Plus you should've spoken up before we blastee the lock to bits, slinthead. Too late now."

"I hate when you're right." Frypan grumbled undrr his breath.

I couldn't quit staring past the open door, into the pool of darkness. I felt in all too fimilar clench of apperhension, knowinh that something had to be wrong or the people who rescued them woldve come for them a lomg rime ago. Ut minho and Newt were right-- they had to go out there and find some answers.

"Shuck it," Minho said. "I'll go first."

Without waiting for a responce he walked through the open door his body vasishinh in the gloom almost instanly. Newt gave me a hesitant look, then followed. For some reason it should be me to go next so I grabbed (Y/N) hand and followed.